The Truth About Tigers

occasional musings and free verse poetry, approximately

A Backfire is a Bird is the Wind

To stop reaching for the wheel,
we settle into the backseat of awareness.

A backfire is a bird is the wind—
just sounds,
arising and dissolving.

Waves and photons dance
upon forms that become faces,
or trees,
or nothing at all.

Thoughts, too, merely appear—
no different from the rest,
just another ripple
on the shifting surface of what is.

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Nick Allison

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  1. Melissa Lemay Avatar
    Melissa Lemay

    Hah! I write down lines that I think of and expand on them later. One that’s waiting for me is “the birds became the oil slick in the road”.

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    1. Nick Allison Avatar
      Nick Allison

      Ha! Thanks, Melissa! I love your bird line and hope to see it find a home in one of your poems soon!

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  2. ben Alexander Avatar
    ben Alexander

    Nick, the line “just sounds, arising and dissolving” is perfect. Your imagery really draws me into that moment of awareness.

    ~David

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